Waking Mind

Waking Mind You clank when you walk, as if you were a rototiller on edge tearing ditches into public roadways

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Dead Shoes

I step in dead shoesclay feet with toes of stonebones grind beneath my feet I stand and pause between pacingsa

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Misreadings

Context. Inner dialogue. Individual narrative. The private hell. This brain map A Being becoming. A person in his mid fiftieshaving

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